Hope is just a Last Resort

Anticipation building up within me.
To feel your presence again,
your touch.
The thought of hearing your words
your laughter...
Is all that is fueling my fire.
I sit here waiting anxiously.
Excited about what hasn't yet happened.
Time passes slowly,
happiness loses its momentum,
and slowly
yet surely,
any hope dwindles to none.
My smile begins to fade
as I sit here nervously twiddling my thumbs.
Upset with you
for leaving me here
and throwing away our plans.
Upset with myself
for having faith you could change...
It seems I am too familiar with this lonely bench.
In my mind's eye the sky clouds over
I feel a raindrop on my cheek.
Its when I look up to be greeted by blue skies
I realize the wetness
is from tears that I weep.
Why is it that when I have done nothing wrong my whole seems to break?
Its not me but you who broke it,
Along with those empty promises you make.
Seventh,
Eighth,
and ninth chances...
Every time you went and messed up...
I guess I must be a criminal too...
for trusting you so much.